Yeah, I used to be just like you. Laughing at the idea of “mini-miracles” with your hardened, pessimistic outlook on life. Ok, who are we kidding? I am just like you. However, I am on an active quest to improve who I am by force since “goodness” doesn’t seem to come to me naturally.
I actually saw a documentary (on IFC – I love this channel, but truly, I love most channels since I watch a lot of mind-atrophying TV) about a man in Queens, or Brooklyn, or maybe the Bronx?, who owned a diner. He and his wife were former hippies who lived hard, played hard, and looked like they had lived and played twice as hard. Let me tell it to you straight – dude looked CRAZY. He wore suspenders (but so does my dad – which isn’t a statement against crazy guy’s insanity) and had crazy, frizzy Bozo the Clown hair (clowns scare me). Watching the documentary, I was pretty sure that I was 1) never going to go to this diner and 2) if I did, I would probably just order a cup of coffee and maybe a bottle of Purel. However, he did say one thing that stuck with me… Continue reading
Mindy's Recipe For Disaster 